The Line (Witching Savannah 1)

>“We got a call from the fire department,” Ellen added, “saying that Ginny’s house had gone up in flames. The fire was too hot for them to do anything but contain it. They aren’t sure what caused it, but they said it looks electrical.”

I struggled to find the words to tell them what had actually happened. “He tried to kill me,” I finally managed to say, as if the words were the punch line to the world’s funniest joke. Rage suddenly ripped through me, and I advanced on the turntable, tearing the needle from the record before shattering it against the opposite wall. “I said he tried to kill me!” Iris landed on her feet with a thump, and a stunned silence filled the room.

“There was book Connor wanted,” I continued, even though no one had asked. “He tricked me into opening for him. And then he stole my necklace. He was going to kill me,” I repeated as another pump of adrenaline shot through my system. “He was going to have Wren kill me,” I said, on some level pleased by the sickened shock that spread over Ellen’s face. I knew then that she’d had nothing to do with Wren’s crimes.

“Wren killed my husband?” Iris asked, almost willfully misunderstanding me.

“No, Iris. The book, or whatever was in it, set fire to your husband. And it kept your husband from killing me. But Wren killed Ginny,” I said, turning to look at Ellen again. “She had decided to dissolve him, and she might have even tried to do it by herself. She had the spell; it felt really old and powerful. But she failed, and Wren killed her instead. Connor found the spell and figured it out. He promised Wren that he’d keep quiet if Wren killed me tonight while he and Iris were at the auction. When the fire started to spread, Wren left me there to burn. But it wasn’t a normal fire. The flames were alive.”

“Elementals?” Oliver asked.

“Yes. They didn’t burn me, and they carried me out of the fire. Connor had hurt me. Bad. They healed me.”

“But why would Connor have wanted to hurt you?” Iris asked.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Iris,” I said. “I don’t want you to feel any worse than you already do. I know you’re in pain. But you have to believe me. It was the book he wanted—Maisie’s journal. Ginny shared things with Maisie that she shouldn’t have, and her journal contained the secrets of the line. Connor wasn’t satisfied with the power he had, and he thought he could get more by reading it.” My words tumbled out, not lining up the way they should have, but I knew that my family understood.

“And he knew you’d tell us what he was up to if he let you live,” Oliver finished for me.

“But he helped raise you,” Iris said, struggling. The look of resignation on her face told me that she didn’t doubt me. She was just shocked that she could have been so blind to Connor’s true nature for so long. “He was a father to you.”

“No, Iris,” I said, a sense of calm descending over me, courtesy of Oliver no doubt. “He was my father. He told me so himself.”

Iris exchanged a quick look with Ellen. They knew the truth too. The shock on Oliver’s face could not be counterfeit. “Oh, come on!” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Ellen sighed and then said, “They’re both gone now, no reason to hide the truth anymore.”

“Then tell her,” Iris responded, her voice resigned. “I can’t find the words, not after everything that happened tonight.”

Ellen reached over and took my hand. “Connor was not your father,” she said softly, and I felt a wave of cool relief wash over me. “But he thought he was. We always let him believe it.”

“Why?” I asked, genuinely puzzled.

“Because you girls needed a father. And I wanted to hold onto my husband,” Iris said. “I let him believe he was your dad so that he’d stick around and help raise you…but I also wanted to give him a reason to stay.”

Sharp words began to line up on my tongue, but Ellen spoke before I could speak them. “But there’s another reason. A more important reason,” she said. She and Iris locked eyes again before she continued.

“We were afraid of what Ginny might do if she knew the truth about you two,” she said. “The truth about your parentage.”

She hesitated for a moment too long. “Spit it out,” Oliver commanded, his face flushed and covered with worry lines I’d never seen before.

“I told you, Mercy,” she began. “I told you how Ginny prevented me from saving Paul, because of the prophecy that foretold that the bloodlines that gave birth to him would give rise to a great witch who would reunite all thirteen families.”

“Yes, and you said that Ginny was dead set against that reunion,” I said.

“We had Paul before Ginny discovered the prophecy. Afterward, she prevented us from having any more children. Just as she limited my healing powers, she tampered with my ability to conceive another child. She didn’t let me save Paul because she didn’t want him to grow up and father children. I honestly think she might have killed him outright herself if the witch in the prophecy hadn’t been female.”

“Maisie,” I said, the pieces coming together.

“I knew that she was Erik’s girl the second I laid hands on her. That you both were,” Iris said. I wondered why it had never occurred to me that her psychometric powers would have told her who our father was, even if my mother hadn’t.

“Yes,” Ellen said. “My husband Erik fathered you and Maisie. We couldn’t let Ginny find out. We just couldn’t.”

“My God, you must hate us,” I said in amazement.

“Oh, no, my darling girl,” Ellen said, beaming at me with nothing but love in her eyes. Her expression was tender as she said, “I could never hate you. You are the daughters Ginny denied me.”

“And the daughters I could never have,” Iris added, approaching us almost shyly. She and Ellen joined together and took me into their arms.